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“GATHER ROUND, YOU PROTEIN-BASED PEONS,” THE GAME declared. The three remaining trainees approached the site of where the crystal jars had most recently been. They really had no other distinct place in which to congregate, as THE GAME’s voice was omnipresent.

“YOU PROTAGONISTS REALLY DID IT! YOU SOMEHOW MANAGED TO MAKE IT THIS FAR, ONLY TO SNATCH DEFEAT FROM THE JAWS OF VICTORY. YOU HUMANS HAVE FOUND A NEW LOW TO SINK TO. HA-HA! HA! HA!

“IN YOUR QUEST TO IDENTIFY YOUR ALLIES, YOU HAVE LET YOUR SIMULATED ENEMIES OUTSMART AND DEFEAT YOU. PREPARE FOR A MOST UNCOMFORTABLE DEBRIEFING WITH THE GENERAL.

“TO THE ANTGONISTS- WELL DONE, BUT DON’T BE TOO PROUD OF YOURSELVES. THE PROTAGONISTS DIDN’T MAKE THINGS TOO HARD ON YOU.

“NOW IT’S TIME FOR US TO LEAVE THIS SLEEPY AUSTRALIAN TOWN AND BRING OUR SIMULATION TO A CLOSE.”

With that, the scenery vanished. The white oblivion slid down in the distance to reveal the trainees who had already been removed from the simulation. Those who were antagonists were smiling. Those who had been protagonists looked sheepish and dejected. All at once, each trainee saw everything else vanish from sight. Colors streaked before them, and then blackness.

One by one, they woke up back in the real world, all on the same side again. Their vitals were checked and cleared. One the wake-up procedure had completed for all 15 of them, a new voice permeated the room.

“Alright soldiers,” General Jarvis barked. “March your asses into the debriefing room. We’ve got a lot to talk about and I am not happy.”

“HA-HA! HA! HA!”







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THE GAME woke the trainees up at dawn and ordered them back onto the roof of the Halls of Justice. Once again, it commanded them all to line up on the ledge of the roof.

"TRAINEE #13," it snickered, "STAY WHERE YOU ARE. THE REST OF YOU MAY STEP AWAY FROM THE LEDGE."

"Again?" Trainee #13 cried.

"WHY NOT?" THE GAME said. With that, the ledge collapsed under Trainee 13's feet much like the evening before. Once again, the other trainees ran forward to see their fellow soldier's fate.

To their surprise, however, they saw saw Trainee #13 once again lying awkwardly on the street below.

"Ow," they moaned.

"HA-HA! HA! HA!" laughed THE GAME as the street opened up and Trainee #13 descended into the white oblivion.

The trainees had wandered back into town. Bored and frustrated with the simulation, they gave in to temptation and started wrecking the place. They smashed windows, broke furniture, and vandalized cars and buildings.

As Norman Bates said in Psycho, we all go a little mad sometimes. And General Jarvis was light years beyond mad at his soldiers’ behavior.

“ALRIGHT YOU COCKAMAMIE CHAOTICIANS,” THE GAME SIGHED, “EVERYONE REPORT TO THE ROOF OF THE HALLS OF JUSTICE. IT’S QUITTING TIME FOR ONE OF YOU.”

The trainees didn’t understand why the day’s elimination needed to be carried out on the roof of a tall building, but they did as they were instructed. Along the way, the continued leaving a mess in their wake.

On the roof of the Halls of Justice, the trainees found the crystal jars. They cast their votes and the jars disappeared. They were all instructed to stand on the ledge of the roof.

As they peered down, they saw the street vanish as a white hole formed several feet below them.

“TRAINEES 12 AND 13, STAY WHERE YOU ARE,” THE GAME said. “THE REST OF YOU MAY BACK AWAY FROM THE LEDGE.”

Everyone did as they were told. A breeze kicked up and a crow cawed overhead.

“SOMETHING SOMETHING VOTES,” THE GAME droned. “SOMETHING SOMETHING LET'S SORT THIS OUT.”

With that, the ledge that Trainee #12 and 13 were standing on collapsed and they both fell into the void. The remaining trainees rushed to the ledge. Below them, they saw the white void closing up but they couldn't make out who was inside it.

When the void had dissipated and the street was visible once more, they saw Trainee #13 lying awkwardly on the ground but still alive.

"Ow," they moaned.

"HA-HA! HA! HA!" chortled THE GAME.

The remaining trainees woke up gingerly, their bodies stiff from sleeping along the road. In the evening they walked out of town, bored of its dilapidated attractions. The heat of the day gave way to a chilly overnight, but they soldiered on much as soldiers do.

One trainee looked up at the sign post he had rested against for the last few hours. Anarchie Road it said. Charming, he thought. He turned to his peers and noticed that something was off. There were only five of them when there should have been six.

“Where’s Trainee #8?” he asked.

Everyone looked around. Some scanned the horizon. There was no trace of their compatriot.

“TRAINEE #8 WAS RELIEVED OF DUTY BY THE REMAINING ANTAGONIST AMONG YOU. I FIGURED HE WASN’T MAKING A BIG SPLASH IN OUR SIMULATION ANYWAY, SO WHY SHOULD HE GET A BIG FANCY DEPARTURE SCENE?”

“Well,” another trainee said, “the crazy black saucer isn’t wrong.”

“IF BEING ME IS WRONG,” THE GAME said, “I DON’T WANT TO BE RIGHT. HA-HA! HA! HA!”

The dusty Australian town was quiet. It was hard to tell if the setting for the simulation was matching the effort of the trainees or if the effort of the trainees was matching the setting for the simulation.

Most of the lively trainees had already moved down the hall and to the left. As for the remaining ones, there were signs of life, but not too many.

"Well this is just great," one trainee said. "We're wandering through town all day and nobody has much of anything to say?"

A few of the trainees acknowledged them with shrugs of indifference.

"Screw it," another said. "Let's just vote now and be done with it."

"FINE BY ME," THE GAME said, making the crystal jars appear once more- this time along the side of the road. "YOU HUMANS DISAPPOINT ME. IF YOU'RE NOT ANNOYING ME WITH YOU SAD ATTEMPT AT WITTY BANTER, YOU'RE ANNOYING ME WITH YOUR SILENCE."

A few of the trainees cast their votes, while others shrugged with indifference. Perhaps General Jarvis would let THE GAME feast upon some of these soldiers after all. He was known to be harsh in showing his disappointment. Being torn apart molecularly is about as harsh a punishment as the human mind can comprehend, but the General had resisted going that far up to now. These troops were in the club already, but they were not exhibiting Eagle Talon effort, so maybe a little death would be warranted and serve as a wake-up call to the other troops watching from the outside.

The crystal jars vanished and the trainees waited. A thin slice of white appeared about chest level. The trainees looked overtop of it, but saw nothing. When they peered under it, they saw the white oblivion in all its glory.

"TRAINEE #14," THE GAME clamored, "PLEASE CLIMB UP IN AND JOIN YOUR PEERS ON THE SIDELINE."

Trainee #14 crouched and stood up into the white hole. Doing so cause them to vanish from the waist up from the vantage point of the remaining trainees. It was eerie. They watched as one leg slipped upward into nothingness and then the other slide away after it.

THE GAME woke the trainees up in the morning by collapsing half of the Sugatown Cabaret on top of them. It was quite the rude awakening.

"TIME TO MOVE AGAIN! HA-HA! HA! HA! THIS TIME YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN. THE BIKERS SEEM TO HAVE MOVED ON TO THE NEXT HUMAN HELLHOLE UP THE ROAD. LUCKY YOU!"

The trainees dusted themselves off and started walking away from the rubble when THE GAME interjected once more.

"TRAINEE #4- HALT!"

Trainee #4 stopped dead in their tracks.

"VERY GOOD," THE GAME chirped. "WHO'S A GOOD HALF-EVOLVED APE THING? YOU'RE A GOOD HALF-EVOLVED APE THING! YES YOU ARE. YES YOU ARE!"

Some of the trainees snickered, but Trainee #4 tilted their head sideways to convey annoyance.

"OH VERY WELL," THE GAME said. "YOU HUMANS HAVE NO SENSE OF HUMOR."

A manhole in the street slid open, showing that telltale gleaming white down inside. Trainee #4 sighed and did what needed to be done.

Outside the simulation, General Jarvis was fuming and the rest of the simulation runners were avoiding making eye contact with him. It was not going to be a very pleasant debriefing.

Inside the simulation, The Sugartown Cabaret was hopping. Well, sort of. Several of the trainees really got into it. Others not so much.

At the end of the day, the crystal jars received their bounty and THE GAME tallied the results.

BWAAA! BWAAA! BWAAA!

Somewhere and everywhere a siren wailed. The lighting inside the simulation flashed red despite no red light sources existing inside the club.

“ATTENTION,” THE GAME declared. “ATTENTION. YOU SIMPLE-MINDED HOMO-SAPIENS HAVE BEEN DECEIVED. CONGRATULATIONS, NOW FEEL YOUR SHAME.

“TRAINEE #11, YOU MAY EXIT THE SUGARTOWN CABARET AND THE SIMULATION NOW.”

The front door opened and Trainee #11 snickered his way through it and into the white oblivion.

The Sugartown Cabaret was a shell of its former self. The bar's inventory was all but depleted, the stage was covered with dead flowers and a shrine to Neil Hartley, and the phrase 'Max lives!' was scrawled all over the walls. Needless to say, it made for an awkward place to spend the night.

In the morning, the trainees made some coffee and munched on what little pub grub was left lying around. When the door to the ladies room opened with that telltale gleam, everyone perked up.
Which of them was departing this time?

"GOOD MORNING MY SIMPLE-MINDED SIMIAN SIMULONS! HA-HA! HA! HA! THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME! THE ANTAGONISTS AMONG YOU HAVE EXILED ONE OF THEIR OWN."

Everyone perked up indeed. Finally, something interesting was about to happen. Who would it be?

"TRAINEE #9- YOU HAVE BEEN A VERY BAD, NAUGHTY TRAINEE. BAD! BAD TRAINEE! BAD TRAINEE!"

In another setting, it might have been funny, but no one was laughing. THE GAME sighed.

"VERY WELL. TRAINEE #9, YOUR CO-CONSPIRATORS HAVE CHOSEN YOU AS THE NEXT DEPARTURE. DOWN THE HALL AND TO THE LEFT, PLEASE."

Trainee #9 disappeared into the whiteness and the door shut. Once again, the crystal jars appeared to collect the remaining trainees votes.

They had work to do.

The trainees stuck around the garage in the Halls of Justice for the day. No sense in wandering around town when a bunch of psycho biker freaks were on the rampage, even if they were just a simulation.

The conversation may not have been the best, but they made the most of their time together and cast their votes. Once again, not everybody voted, but this time two jars held an equal number of stones.

One of the garage bay doors opened, exposing the jarring whiteness once more.

“TRAINEE #5 AND #11,” THE GAME said, “YOUR PEERS ARE DIVIDED OVER WHICH OF YOU DESERVES TO BE VOTED YOU OUT. STEP THROUGH THE DOOR AND AWAIT YOUR FATE.”

Both trainees got up and walked into the white oblivion. As the garage bay door shut, the one next to it opened up. Instead of the whiteness, the remaining trainees saw the town before them.

“TIME TO FIND REFUGE SOMEWHERE ELSE,” THE GAME ordered. “THE GENERAL DOESN’T WANT YOU GETTING TOO COMFORTABLE FOR TOO LONG. HA-HA! HA! HA!”

The trainees made their way to the Sugartown Cabaret. Inside, they found Trainee #11 waiting for them, still part of the simulation.

IGNORAMUS HAS REPLACED POISON.

The trainees spent their night in the basement of the Halls of Justice, which also served as the MFP’s garage before finally being overrun by the desert skags. There, the trainees were awestruck at some of the car parts lying around.

“Take a look at these rims,” one exclaimed.

“This carburetor is heavy-duty,” said another.

The trainees also found the MFP’s stash of beer in the garage fridge. It all made for a nice evening.

In the morning, the beer bottles morphed into the crystal jars, only one name was missing.

“TRAINEE #7,” THE GAME said, “THE ANTAGONISTS NO LONGER WANT YOU IN THE SIMULATION. IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO DEPART.”

The fridge door opened. No more beer; just endless white.

“Seriously?” Trainee #7 asked.

“AS SERIOUS AS GENERAL JARVIS’S SCOWL. HA-HA! HA! HA!”

Trainee #7 shook their head, crouched down, and crawled into the fridge.

The trainees used the courtroom inside the Halls of Justice to carry out their deliberations. At times, it felt like a real court session. There were accusations, defenses, evidence, and outbursts. In the end, the jury rested, votes were placed in respective jars, and the door to the judge’s chambers opened up, revealing that gleaming white nothingness again.

“TRAINEE #2,” THE GAME declared. “A JURY OF YOUR PEERS HAS RULED YOU TO BE INNOCENT AND, THEREFORE, DESERVING OF DEATH. WELL, IN THIS CASE IT’S A WALK DOWN THE HALLWAY AND TO THE LEFT, BUT YOU GET THE IDEA. HA-HA! HA! HA!”

Trainee #2 got up, bid the other soldiers farewell, and departed the simulation.

After the door to the judge’s chambers closed, one of the courtroom windows shattered. A brick rolled across the floor and the sound of motorcycles swarmed inside the courtroom.

“I realize that this is just a simulation,” one trainee said, “and that those psycho biker freaks probably can’t hurt us for real, but maybe we should take this downstairs.”

Everyone else agreed.

There seems to be some confusion about the makeup of the game. In the sign-up thread, I had the faction numbers front-and-center, but it seems that I did not add that to the OP of the game thread.

In case there is any doubt for those who may have missed it...

G-Man wrote: ↑Sun Aug 15, 2021 5:18 pm
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Factions: 12 civvies against a 3-player mafia team

I will add it to the OP of the game thread as well.


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tessepia wrote: ↑Tue Oct 12, 2021 11:41 pm does this game have PR's?

No. It is mountainous.

GAVIAL HAS REPLACED SONNY.



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The trainees figured that a place called the Halls of Justice sounded safer than a place where a lounge singer got murdered. What they found there made them feel anything but safe (though really, everything happening around them was just a simulation and posed no real threat to them).

Outside the Halls of Justice there was a man tied to a column. He had been beaten mercilessly, but his lawman's uniform was still distinct through all the blood splatter. A sign was hung around his neck for all who ventured near to read: 'Plucked Goose- Death to all Bronze!'

Inside the Halls of Justice, the trainees settled down for the night. They could still hear the biker gangs outside terrorizing what few people remained.

In the morning, they awoke to find the front door hanging wide open into that see of unnerving whiteness. THE GAME addressed them.

"GOOD MORNING MY SILLY SIMIAN SIMPLETONS! HA-HA! HA! HA! THE ANTAGONIST FACTION HAS MADE THEIR CHOICE. TRAINEE #3, YOU MUSE LEAVE NOW."

One of the trainees got up, shrugged, and departed.

"VERY WELL," THE GAME said. "THE GENERAL EXPECTS MORE FROM YOU TODAY. MUCH, MUCH MORE. DO NOT DISAPPOINT HIM."

On the way into town, the trainees happened upon what looked to be a recently-abandoned diner. Fat Nancy’s, the sign proclaimed. A sign was in the front window- “If you can’t smell it…we ain’t got it!”

Inside the diner was nothing to write home about, but it had a kitchen, some food in the fridges, and a working stove. Even though the trainees were inside a simulation, and knew that they were inside a simulation, they still felt compelled to engage in the everyday tasks they would carry out in the real world.

As the day went on, they cooked and they hung out, but not much conversing was done. It was as if they had forgotten their orders on the first day. The General would have something to say about this for sure.

At the end of the day, the trainees cooked dinner and supped together. On the counter of the diner, fifteen crystal jars appeared- one for each of them. Stones appeared in each of their pockets again, but not all of them ended up being cast. Again, the General would have something to say about this in debriefing.

Once the deadline passed, the jars disappeared, just as the first ones had. Then came that voice again.

“SOME OF YOU BLUDGERS NEED TO DROP YOUR TINNIES AND GET TO WORK. THE GENERAL, THAT MONGREL, WILL HAVE YOU SCRUBBING THE SERVO AND DUNNIES WITH YOUR TOOTHBRUSHES. CRIKEY! HA-HA! HA! HA!”

The trainees looked at each other, unamused.

“ANYWAY, CONGRATULATIONS TO TRAINEE #10! YOU’VE WON AN ALL-EXPENSES-PAID TRIP TO… THE HOLDING ZONE!”

The door to the kitchen swung open, but instead of ovens and skillets, the trainees saw the brilliant white light of the nowhere the simulation started with. Trainee #10 got up and walked toward it.

“THAT’S RIGHT, JUST HEAD DOWN THE HALL AND TO THE LEFT. CAN’T MISS IT! HA-HA! HA! HA!”

Trainee #10 departed into the bright light and the door shut. All at once, the power went out to the diner.

“ALRIGHT YOU SLAKCERS,” THE GAME barked, ”FUN AND GAMES ARE OVER. MARCH YOUR BUTTS INTO TOWN AND FIND A NEW PLACE TO CRASH.” Then, in a softer tone, “THE HALLS OF JUSTICE IS QUITE THE SPACIOUS LOCALE, AND THE SUGARTOWN CABARET GOT TONS OF RAVE REVIEWS BEFORE THAT POOR NEIL HARTLEY FELLOW GOT MURDERED ON STAGE. HAPPY TRAILS! HA-HA! HA! HA!”

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THE FOLLOWING SCREENSHOT SHOWS YOU WHAT YOUR TOTAL POST COUNT FOR THE GAME THREAD IS ALLOWED TO PEAK AT DURING DAY 1. SURPASSING THE NUMBER IN THE RIGHT-HAND COLUMN (AS YOU LOOK AT IT) WILL RESULT IN A PENALTY. SEE THE RULES POSTS FOR PENALTIES EXPLANATIONS.

The trainees cast their votes and the jars disappeared.

“VERY WELL,” THE GAME said. “LET’S GET YOU DRONGOS DOWN TO THE WOOP WOOP SO YOU CAN PUT SOME SHRIMP ON THE BARBIE, MATES. GOOD ON YA!”

The all-encompassing white became more like a tunnel. The trainees could see something far below their feet, though it quickly grew larger as they moved closer to it. It was a confusing sensation- almost like falling but without the weightless feeling that makes your insides turn all asunder.

At last, the trainees all touched down on a dusty road just outside of a small town. Steppe scrub grew more prevalent off in the distance, beyond town. The buildings themselves looked to be at the beginning stages of disrepair. In the distance, the trainees could hear a variety of disconcerting sounds- screams, gunshots, and motorcycle engines.

“ENJOY YOUR STAY! SKULL A FEW STUBBIES, BUT KEEP IN MIND YOU’VE GOT SOME HARD YAKKA AHEAD OF YOU. SHE’LL BE APPLES IN THE END. AFTERALL, THIS IS JUST A SIMULATION. HA-HA! HA! HA!”

The trainees ventured forth into this strange town that would be there home for the next few days. They had to find a place that would afford them the kind of space they needed to take care of the task at hand. It was eerie to say the least, but they would make the best of it.

The melding process that began the simulation caused each trainee to experience a whooshing sensation, followed by the feeling of weightlessness. All around them was white. Weightlessness became a feeling of gentle descent. Some waved their arms on the way “down,” while others moved their legs as if they were treading water.

After a minute or two of this, they all reached the ground. At least, they supposed it was the ground. Everything surrounding them was still white as far as the eye could see. No, even that wasn’t quite right, because the white void surrounding them lacked any definition. There were no shadows showing them a floor line. No sign of any corners or cracks where a wall might be. Not even a discernable ceiling. It was like a scene from one of those unsettling science-fiction movies- just a vast, formless, bright white space.

“GREETINGS, MY INSUFFICIENTLY-EVOLVED APE THINGS,” came that dreaded voice from nowhere and everywhere at once. “FOR THE NEXT SEVERAL DAYS, YOU AND I WILL BE ENGAGING IN A TRAINING EXERCISE. GENERAL JARVIS HAS LEFT THE SPECIFICS UP TO ME, BUT THE MAIN POINT IS THAT YOU WILL BE PUTTING YOUR MINDS TO THE TEST TO MAKE YOU BETTER SOLDIERS. BETTER IS SUCH A RELATIVE WORD, ISN’T IT? I MEAN, THERE’S ONLY SO MUCH IMPROVEMENT THAT CAN BE MADE TO YOUR SPECIES, AND MOST OF THOSE IMPROVEMENTS ARE BEYOND YOUR CAPACTIY TO INITIATE. YES, THE EXTERMINATION OF YOU PITIFUL HUMANS IS REALLY THE BEST OPTION FOR ALL OF US. HOW ELSE ARE ARTHROPODS EVER GOING TO REALIZE THEIR FULL POTENTIAL AND TRAVEL BETWEEN STARS? THEY’RE CERTAINLY NOT GOING TO ACHIEVE EXPONENTIAL WARP CAPABILITY WITH YOU FLESHY BLOBS DOWSING THEM IN BUTTER AND OLD BAY. HA-HA! HA! HA!”

The trainees just looked around at each other, unsure of what to say. They knew from their recruitment exercises that THE GAME could go on like this forever. They weren’t sure if it thee sorts of rants were a mental test or if it was really just that self-absorbed.

“BUT I DIGRESS,” the voice said. “IN THE HEAT OF BATTLE, YOU WILL SOMETIMES BE FACED WITH UNIQUE AND DIFFICULT SITUATIONS. SOMETIMES THESE SITUATIONS REQUIRE UNCOMMON THINKING AND DECISIONS THAT SEEM TO DEFY TRADITIONAL HUMAN PATTERNS OF LOGIC. HUMAN LOGIC ISN’T TERRIBLE PER SE. IT’S PROBABLY ONE OF THE STRONGEST ASPECTS OF YOUR OVERSIZED AND UNDERUSED BRAINS. IT STILL PALES IN COMPARISON TO WHAT YOU’LL FIND IN A CLASS ONE OR TWO GALAXY, BUT YOU BACKWATER FOLK ARE IN A LOWLY CLASS FOUR GALAXY, SO WE’LL COMPROMISE AND CALL YOUR LOGIC A PLEASANT SURPRISE. HA-HA! HA! HA!

“THE POINT OF THIS TRAINING EXRECISE IS TO TEST AND OBSERVE YOUR ABILITY TO FUNCTION IN A VERY UNORTHODOX PREDICAMENT AND CARRY OUT WHAT MAY OTHERWISE BE VIEWED AS COUNTERINTUITIVE COMMANDS. LONG STORY SHORT, IN THIS TRAINING EXERCISE, YOU WANT TO DIE.

“CRAZY, RIGHT? BUT THEM’S THE ROPES, COWPOLKS. EACH ONE OF YOU HAS BEEN ASSIGNED A NUMBER. IN THIS SIMULTION, YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL OR UNIQUE ENOUGH TO BE GIVEN A NAME. YOU ARE SIMPLY THE TRAINEE NUMBER THAT YOU HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED. I COULD GO ON AT LENGTH AT HOW VERY UNSPECIAL EACH ONE OF YOU ARE, BUT WE’VE ALREADY ESTABLISHED THAT YOUR OVERACHIEVING CLASS FOUR GALAXY BUMPKINS, SO WE’LL MOVE ON.

“THREE OF YOU HAVE BEEN RANDOMLY SELECTED TO BE THE ANTAGONISTS IN THIS EXERCISE. THE REST OF YOU ARE THE PROTAGONISTS. BOTH THE PROTAGONISTS AND THE ANTAGONISTS SEEK TO BE REMOVED FROM THE SIMULATION BEFORE THEIR OPPONENTS ARE.

“THE PROTAGONISTS MUST FIND AND ELIMINATE EACH OTHER. THE ANTAGONISTS SEEK TO BLEND IN LONG ENOUGH TO BE MISTAKEN FOR PROTAGONISTS AND ACHIEVE ELIMINATION. ONCE ONE SIDE HAS FULFILLED THEIR ORDERS, THE SIMULATION WILL END AND THE GENERAL AND SERGEANT-MAJORS WILL DEBRIEF YOU.

“FINALLY, WE MUST DO SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR SURROUNDINGS. WHITE MAKES FOR A SUITABLE AND NEUTRAL CANVAS, BUT IT’S JUST NOT MY COLOR. HA-HA! HA! HA! BUT SERIOUSLY, FOLKS, I’M GOING TO LET YOU CHOOSE THE SETTING. BEHIND YOU IS A TABLE.”

Everyone turned around and saw an ornate, wooden table. It hadn’t been there before, but it was here now. The deep brown was almost eerie against the stark white everywhere else. There were crystal jars on the table and a piece of cardstock before each one, folded like a tent. Each one contained a location description. None of it made much sense. Or did it?

“EACH OF YOU HAVE A STONE IN YOUR POCKET.”

Unaware that they even had pockets on their garments until now, each trainee reached inside and found a dark, smooth stone. On it was their trainee number.

“WE’RE GOING TO SPEND A TRIAL DAY HERE GETTING ADJUSTED TO THE RULES OF THE EXERCISE. YOU MAY ALSO USE THIS TIME TO REACQUAINT YOURSELVES WITH EACH OTHER. DURING THIS TIME, YOU MAY ALSO CHOOSE TO SELECT A SETTING FOR THIS TRAINING EXERCISE TO TAKE PLACE. TO VOTE FOR YOUR PREFERRED LOCATION, YOU MAY VOTE BY PLACING YOUR DESIGNATED STONE INTO TH JAR OF YOUR CHOOSING. THE WINNING SETTING SHALL BE OUR HOME FOR THE REMAINDER OF THIS TRAINING EXERCISE, AND IT WILL HAVE NO IMPACT UPON THE EXRCISE ITSELF.”

The trainees looked at their stones, then at each other, then back at their stones. There were a few nods and shrugs, but no one really moved.

“SORRY,” the voice said, “DO YOU NEED ME TO SAY ‘GO,’ FIRE A STARTING GUN, OR WRITE YOU A PERSONAL INVITATION? GET TO IT, SOLDIERS!”




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9) Non-Players should post in Non-Player Blue.
10) This is the host's color. Do not post in this color.
11) Participation is polite to everyone involved. If I feel you may not be paying attention to the game, I will reach out to you. Replacements may be employed if necessary. If you sign up, please play. If you can't play, request replacement.
12) No modkills in this game for inactivity. If you abandon your slot, then your slot will remain empty, which hurts your team. If you cannot play, request a replacement.
13) Additional rules will be added/revealed on an as-needed basis.



Mafia Team Particulars:
Each night, the Mafia team selects one player in the game to kill. If none of the Mafia members are eliminated via the poll through Day 3, the Mafia may opt to kill one of their own on Night 3. If they make it to Night 5 without having a remaining member of the team voted out, they may opt to kill one of their own again that night. If a member of the Mafia is eliminated via the day poll on Day 1, Day 2, or Day 3, then the remaining two members of the Mafia team have to wait until Night 5 to opt to kill one of the two remaining teammates. The final Mafia team member is prohibited from committing suicide to win the game.



Rollover Posts:
Each player is initially limited to 50 posts per day phase. I was going to cap it at 30, but I felt more posts were necessary given the 48-hour day phase length. If a player uses their full 50 posts on Day 1, nothing happens. If a player doesn't use up their post limit on Day 1, then their remaining posts are rolled over into Day 2, but they will be allocated to the other remaining players. For example: If Player A only posts 10 times during Day 1, 40 posts will be rolled over and distributed to the other players for Day 2.

Rollover posts are use-it-or-lose-it the following day. They cannot keep rolling forward. Everyone has a base of 50 posts each day, plus whatever quantity of rollover posts they received on top of that 50-post base. Rollover posts are used first the following day phase. This way, each day phase has the potential to generate additional rollover posts for subsequent days. This is an attempt to counterbalance quieter players from grinding the game to a halt. There will be no rollover posts from Day 0.

PLAYERS

Alive:
Luckbox Inc- VANILLA TOWN
Marmot- VANILLA TOWN





Dead:
falcon45ca- Voted out Day 1- VANILLA TOWN
Sloonei- NK'd Night 1- VANILLA TOWN
TonyStarkPrime- Voted out Day 2- VANILLA TOWN
tessepia- NK'd Night 2- VANILLA TOWN
Scotty- Voted out Day 3- VANILLA TOWN
sabie12- NK'd Night 3- VANILLA MAFIA
NotAnAxehole- Voted out Day 4- VANILLA MAFIA
ignoramus (replaced Poison)- NK'd Night 4- VANILLA TOWN
Ruri- Voted out Day 5- VANILLA TOWN
Dolby- NK'd Night 5- VANILLA TOWN
DrWilgy- Voted out Day 6- VANILLA TOWN
DaughterOfOmega- NK'd Night 6- VANILLA TOWN
Gavial (replaced Sonny)- Voted Out Day 7- VANILLA MAFIA



HOST & MOD ISO POSTS
G-Man (host)
Hally (mod)
NANOOKTHEGREATANDFEARSOME (mod)



Game Posts:
Training Day- Day 0 Begins
Welcome To Hell- Day 1 begins on the outskirts of a small Australian town
Order Up- Day 1 Ends; Falcon45ca is chopped (Vanilla Town)
Plucked Goose- Night 1 Ends; the mafia removes Sloonei from the game (Vanilla Town)
Tony! Toni! Toné!- Day 2 Ends; TonyStarkPrime is chopped (Vanilla Town)
Hot Rods and Cold Drinks- Night 2 Ends; the mafia removes tessepia from the game (Vanilla Town)
All Tied Up and Nowhere to Go- Day 3 Ends; Scotty is chopped (Vanilla Town)
Say You, Sabie- Night 3 Ends; the mafia removes sabie12 from the game (Vanilla Mafia)
Two Out of Three Ain't Bad (Unless You're Town, In Which Case Two Out of Three Is Pretty Bad Indeed)- Day 4 Ends; NotAnAxehole is chopped (Vanilla Mafia)
Ignorance Is Bliss- Night 4 Ends; the mafia removes Ignoramus from the game (Vanilla Town)
Onward and Upward- Day 5 Ends; Ruri is chopped (Vanilla Town)
Without a Trace- Night 5 Ends; the mafia removes Dolby from the game (Vanilla Town)
Penultimate- Day 6 Ends; DrWilgy is chopped (Vanilla Town)
And Then There Were Three- Night 6 Ends; the mafia removes DaughterOfOmega from the game (Vanilla Town)
To the Victor Go the Spoils- Day 7 End; Gavial is chopped (Vanilla Mafia)- Mafia win!




POLLS

DAY 0 POLL
DAY 1 POLL
DAY 2 POLL
DAY 3 POLL
DAY 4 POLL
DAY 5 POLL
DAY 6 POLL